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I Stood Tip-Toe Upon a Little Hill by John Keats

I Stood Tip-Toe Upon a Little Hill by John Keats

A reading of the poem by Keats.I STOOD tip-toe upon a little hill, | The air was cooling, and so very still, | That the sweet buds which with a modest pride | Pull droopingly, in slanting curve aside, | Their scantly leaved, and finely tapering stems, |         5Had not yet lost those starry diadems | Caught from the early sobbing of the morn. | The clouds were pure and white as flocks new shorn, | And fresh from the clear brook; sweetly they slept | On the blue fields of heaven, and then there crept |         10A little noiseless noise among the leaves, | Born of the very sigh that silence heaves: | For not the faintest motion could be seen | Of all the shades that slanted o’er the green. | There was wide wand’ring for the greediest eye, |         15To peer about upon variety; | Far round the horizon’s crystal air to skim, | And trace the dwindled edgings of its brim; | To picture out the quaint, and curious bending | Of a fr

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